Yesterday I posted a joke, though it did not really feel like a day for joking. I had wanted to acknowledge my sadness about what happened in Las Vegas, but every simple expression defied me.
I posted a joke because I couldn't find a way through the sadness to say something useful. It seems I still can't.
I'm trying, though. My drafts on the subject stretch on and on. I feel an obligation to speak, but nothing I say seems to matter at all.
Yesterday I posted a joke. Today, I wish I had another one to tell.